Richard Beast stumbled down the stairs of a seedy Vegas hotel, his stomach filled with liquor and his senses fogged away by a late night's carousing that he'd already begun to forget all of the details of, save that it had occurred moments before somewhere in the motel he was currently trying to intoxicatedly navigate. As he approached the front desk, he noticed that there was no one else present except for what appeared to be a stranded would-be-eloping Vegas bride, and took the opportunity to vomit in a large potted plant.
"If anyone asks," he said flashing a cheesy grin at the lonely bride, "the cat did it." She tittered softly and called him a very funny man. She was convincingly dressed for a Vegas bride, wearing a beautiful lace wedding dress (over what Richard thought to be a very pleasing figure) complete with gloves and a veil so thick as to be almost completely opaque, revealing only a silhouette of a dainty head and the vague impression of a smile. The only things that seemed to indicate that she wasn't coming from a full-blown church style gathering with fancy dress and pigeons exploding from expanded rice were her location as well as the yellowed used quality her dress had.
Richard leaned next to her on the counter and gave her a look that he thought was irresistibly alluring. "So where's the groom?" He asked in a voice that carried with it a sense of being all too clever.
"I suppose he just... just couldn't love me enough." She said in a voice so pained that it would arouse sympathy from a rhinoceros. Fortunately for Richard's libido, he was no rhinoceros. He was, however, a very convincing fabrication.
"Men are bastards." He said in convincingly connived wretchedness, moving close to the bride and giving her a reassuring pat on the back. He understood why she wore the veil now. She wanted to hide the tears. He would help her alleviate them- at least for 20 minutes or so.
"Will you love me?" She inquired, softly sniffling with an adorableness typically reserved for small woodland creatures in Disney productions.
"With all my heart." He promised, mentally crossing his fingers.
"Oh good!" She said cheerfully. As she did, her veil flew up and away from her face revealing her sinister visage. It was a bubbling amorphous hurricane of flesh and features, spiraling about erratically in some unpredictable vortex. Eyes, spores, pseudopodia and other much more horribly things never remained for more than a moment, with the exception of a gigantic gleaming grin filled with razor-sharp incisors. Richard backed away in horror, but faster than he could escape her jaw slid open and a moist, gelatinous tongue heaved out and wrapped around his torso. The undulating red organ dragged him, clawing and whimpering into her gaping maw before it closed tight and snuffed him out completely.
"Excuse me." The bride said after letting out a small burp, and she put her veil back in place. Just as she finished adjusting it, the motel clerk came to the desk. He smiled a little.
"Hey, where's the groom, lady?" He asked.
The bride's veil covered her face, but the clerk got the impression that she was smiling.